le ts go take out last farewel Exeunt Brisac laid in his Bed D'orvile Beaupres Bellmont Charlotte D'elpech La'mar. D'or How is it Sir Bris The Surgeon best can tell D'or May we not learn the full of all this business Bris A difference I had with the General What would you learn more Pray Sir retire and take the Company with you I 'm â—eak and have some business I 〈◊〉 would end before I go D'or Religion does forbid that we should trouble you â—eâ—ven grant your Pray'râ— and make ye happy Sir Bris I thâ—nk you Sir Nay friend Beaupres stay you here And you Sister do not leave the room Governour may I entreat the presence of your Daughter 〈◊〉 be my last request Exit D'or D'or Most willingly Charlotte stay you here Bris Adieu dear friend I shall not see you more La ' Ma. May all your hopes prove prosperous I cannot endure to stay and see you thus Exit La March. D'elp. And I must leave you like a Girle Blind with my tears I wish I could but do you better service Exit D'elpech Bris 'T is now too late and yet I thank you for your wish Beau. O Heav'ns must we then part Curse on my hand it was too slow Bris Blame not a thing that did so much Alas we were all born to die And if we do anticipate the time That bearded Elders languish in we scape A thousand miseries that they have surely stoop'd to Death is a bug-bear never fear'd when known Weep not dear Sister I will leave you one Shall be a Brother and a kind one to you Will you not Beaupres Beau. You cannot doubt my love to all that 's yours But I will not dissemble now the tie I have upon me to be ever kind Shall I have your pardon I would have told it you er'e long But hoâ—'d for better opportunity Then the sad Fates allow me now Bris What e're it be I do forgive thee freely For I dare sooner doubt my being happy Then that thou e're didst wrong me in thy friendship Beau. I am her husband Sir Bris That merits more my thanks then blame For it was to thy dear Arms I would bequeath her Bell. Heav'n meant me nor so great a blessing To have you living and this bounteous gift Bris I give her to thee friend with all my heart Use her well for her poor Brothers sake And Sister be you still to him Such as may make him in you love his friend His poor departed friend So I hope you two are happy Now to my Love and then I die in quiet Bell. Speak not of dying Sir it wounds my soul Bris Ha what means that Lady Sister She weeps she weeps O if those tears be but for my misfortune I will not envy Emperours that live But think it greater glory thus to die Piti'd by the beauteous good Charlotte Bell. You are not only piti'd but belov'd Beyond all what the world contains besides She kneels by him Bris Mock not my hopes 't were double death If now I should but find it otherwise Char. May I then be believ'd O my Stars Is this the good you have ordain'd me Shew me such worth To tell me what I 've lost Bris I know to leave this world is death But I leave more when I leave thee What heaven can I expect hereafter When all the Idea I can e're receive Of happiness I here do leave behind me Will you be kind unto my memory My dear Charlotte And when your thoughts do entertain themselves Of me your servant being gone Remember then Pray remember often How much your poor Brisac did love you Char. You speak as it I did intend to leave you No my Brisac I will not long out-live you Bris O yes I do conjure you live By all our Love and then I shall live in you For how should I be curst of all the world If I deprive it of its chiefest Jewel My soul shall wait upon you here My mind does tell me I shall bear that Office For I am penitent for all my sins And that will be a glorious station More then I e're durst hope for But that I guess I have your wishes for'â— Char. We 'll hand in hand unto the other world And there confirm the union of our souls Then 't will immortal be and we sha'nt need To fear a fatal separation Beau. Deny us not fair Maid thy company We all must die and be I hope Together happy in the other world Bris It is not fit any of you should die For when you'â— gone The world will be neglected and not own A Subject worth a care You shall not think of leaving one another Dear friend would you thus leave alone My dearest Mistress and your poor Bellmont Charlotte in you may see what I have lov'd And in her friendship to you think on me Char. Whilst memory retains a place Or life but motion giveth to my heart Each breath I draw and every bow I make Shall be for my Brisac The organs of my soul shall frame no sound But what shall eccho still my dear Brisac Master of all my hopes and all my joy Poor fickle joy alas how soon thou leav'st me Never O never to return again Bris And you dear friend when you shall see that face That much adored person I have lov'd Pay her the zeal of all your friendship to me And Sister as you ever did affect Your Brother turn that kindnesse all To my Charlotte and to Beaupres your duty Enter Malig Beau. Your Major Sir is come to take his leave Malig. Heavens bless my Colonel how is 't Sir Bris O Beaupres come hither I had forgot to tell you But I grow wondrous faint Have a care of Maligni Oh Charlotte your hand for I am going Farewel farewel I 〈◊〉 no more Dies Beau. Farewel the thoughts of worldly things What are thâ— Pomps of greatest Kings But empty titles State foreshew Idols we make to which we bow Nothing that 's certain here below But death and certain that we know How glorious is the fabrick when Ill to the Maker likens men But this the cleerest ever was Retain'd the brittleness of glass Bell. Through which we ought to see how fair Are Blisses that eternal are Led by perswasion of our blood We here expect a certain good And frame our best of what is worst Since by great Heav'n the earth we curst Char. My thoughts to Heav'n their wishes send And to Heav'ns will in reverence bend Leave tempting me thou dismal care Mistress of ruine and despair The strings of my poor heart I 'm sure Are not so strong they can endure This cruel weight then be thou gone And leave my Love to act alone Beau. Maligni ha canst thou weep I shall enamouâ—'d grow of what I could not love before Bell. Poor Major What have we here lost Malig. I Madam the world can yield no recompence for this Chair
his steps How diligent he is to my undoing I have ben all this night as watchfull too As hee though from a different cause For mine was malice and a jealous hate That tenterhookt my Eye-lid's when as sleep Did poize 'em down Curse be the Guards that let him forth At that dead time of night Some trick might else have stay'd his journey And may be her's from comming hither I shall grow mad to see this Beard-less boy Out-rival mee in what I most esteem Oh Bell-mont too cruel and too fair But yet I will not fall alone That minute Malignii thy hopes shall leave thee Resolve all bliss and comfort shall leave her Unless thy wits with hope shall take their flight For I am not that curious Coxcomb Lover That suffers patiently and will admit He not deserves when she does think unfit They that can make me suffer without pitty Deserve inflictions from my brains requital I have it or if that fail Boutefeu's an Engine I can set a-work A blunt conceited fool And for his temper I 'l mannage him no Chymist with more Art And when I please his worship flies in Fumo But first I 'l to my Colonel to move All sails is best to catch at sleeting Love Exit Enter D'orvile Charlotte D'orv. You know I never did refuse you ought Was fitting you should ask or I should grant Nor am I such a lealous fool Charlotte To doubt the strength of your fair Education But as it is your duty to obey So it is mine to tell you freely now Wherein and how I do expect it from you You know what Guest arrived here last night Whose father was the maker of my fortune He 's young and has a prefence too too fair To trust a Courtship without timely counsel I know his aims at you Charl. 'T is more than yet I am acquainted with Do you not mean Brisac D'orv. No no you know I don 't Or are you ignorant of visits that concern you 'T is Clairmont the young brave General Arriv'd here when we were all a-bed Charl. Truly I did not know so much D'orv. Nor had you no suspition of his coming Charl. Why do you ask me Sir Do you suspect secret intelligence Twixt him and me I hope my Honor 's fair In your belief else truly I am wrong'd D'orv. It is my dearest Giâ—l Nor is it an opinion of thy weakness That draws this counsel from me But tender care my love does owe thy youth And as a father I do owe my child Charl. Proceed dear Sir And from the expect a full obedience D'orv. Know then Charlotte a Maid with beauty stor'd Ought to be Mistris of much care and wit Not to esteem the Treasure of a face Or body more than of a fairer mind I counsel no neglect of them but still With equal labour strive to gain the Prize Of Beauty's Lawrel and of being wise Or else your sob'rest Looks will still provoke And what you meant for Chast be constru'd Love Till you have got repute of all the world That you are virtuous as they think you fair Then like a Beauteous Field of Corn you 'l show Which none may reap though all admire and wish Till the right Owner calls this Harvest home Nor Love consents that Beauty's Field lie waste Weed out all Vice and plant fair Virtue there Of all be warie of an easie Faith A root that quite destroys a Virtuous mind The bitter seed is Candy'd with sweet words Which when the Sugar's melted all away Does shoot up into infamy and ruine For though that Nature made you to be won Yield not till by a fair approach your ta'n D' ye understand me what I mean by this Charl. I shall do Sir by that time you have ended D'orv. In short I 'd have you know In fewer words without all Parables I am not ignorant why Clairmont comes hither And though he does pretend a weariness Of business and the crowding of a Court 'T is to see you he comes and so he 'l tell you Thus far I know but whether ill or well He means in his addresses you 'l best learn In fine your Honor now which still is mine Depends upon upon the trial of your virtue And if your beauty could attract his eyes Your virtue try'd will tie 'em constant to you Charl. All these have been the Lessons of my Mother And I may hope that I am perfect in ' em D'orv. I hope so too Charlotte and so I leave you For I do hear Clairmont's already up Exit D'orv. Charl. What wondrous pains our Parents seem to take Who though they gave us Natures cannot frame What they themselves have made obedient to them I thank mâ— Stars mine is not so deprav'd That I need blush the owning of its passions But why my Soul Image of Heavenly Good Should stoop to Earth and hâ—arken to the World And the base Cries of worldly interest None but a father's care can reason give For I 'm too young and innocent to know Trichs of dissembling and forc'd piety Clairmont's a worthy man I must confess And one whose Love were too much honor for me Nor could I just exceptions ever find Against his person yet to speak the truth I never yet could find my self inclin'd To love his Person or his glorious Mind Esteem as much as ever I could give He still receiv'd from me as reverence due But whither art thou fled my innocence I grow too knowing can distinctions make Beyond my Lessons 'twixt Esteem and Love Do know their different Concords on the mind And can distinguish either's harmony For shame Charlotte be silent in thy fault Ha! I hope I have committed none as yet Nor do I think I ever shall I love 't is true but thousand Deaths I 'l die Ere I betray my frailty to the Man He ne'r shall brâ—g one look hath conquer'd me For though my Love be Virtuous yet so soon To be o're-come will argue Easiness Alas why should it though must it be time Should conquer more than sympathy of mind Great god of Love pitty a Virgins fate And if I must be wounded by thy hand Spare not the Instrument that caus'd my harm If he be wounded too I shall not mourn Lord how I talk but Womens hearts oppress'd Will breathe their secrets to the careless Air Rather than silence keep Great god of Love Once more I beg that thou my Patron prove Exit Enter Collignii Cortaux Coll. O Lord Sir d' yee think I know not what I do Cort. Before heaven I 'l break thy head If thou but attempt it Colig That 's a good one i'faith I know you do but try my Civility And whether I can be peremptory in good manners In fine I am resolute and so much for that Cort. Well and so much for that too Beats him Colig Nay now I am resolv'd Nor shall thy Fate O Rome Cor. Will ye will ye Sirrha Curse on thy folly it will be
I do rejoyce in your Conversion Malig. He told me Madam he would speak with you Alone without acquainting of your husband Matter of Moment he pretends it is Bellm. What should it be can you not guess good Majâ—â— Malig. Yes I believe about the difference Happen'd between Boutefeu and him I have a Letter from him to you Bell. To me prethee let 's see'â— Malig. The Priest ha's brought him to confess his fault But honour will not let him do 't to your Lord And you are thought the fittest Medium now Bell. I wish I might prevail with them for peace How is she Wench does she still sleep Enter Luyson Luys No Madam she 's awake And 't is a woful sight to see her so Bell. I will go Visit her Major I shall remember what you told me of And will not fail to meet the father But pray where is 't Malig. Below the Garden by the River â—ide Bell. Here Luyson keep this Letter Exit Malig. Nay stay you here Luys My Lady will chide I dare not I le meet you here anon Malig. What letter 's that let 's see 't Luys Fy Major oh here 's my Lord forces the letter from her Beau. Who was that just now Enter Beaupres Parted from you Malig. Your Lady's woman I am great with her stay let me see the Letter She ha's stoln Madam I shall not fail to meet you neer the garden By the River â—ide and there be obedient in what Ever you shall think most fit Boutefeu Why look ye Sir Thus unexpectedly I find a way To keep my promise with you Beau. 'T is not his hand He dares not write thus to her Malig. Are you so perfect in his Character Me-think's it is his hand Beau. I never did believe that he could write A sense-less brute but I grow fool in Words And idle passion is for want of deeds Malig. What deeds Heaven guard your brest from evil thoughts You will not sure conclude that there is harm in this Beau. No no meet a man privately Disguis'd as you do tell me One that durst wrong me too her husband Most excellent Meaning sure there is in this O I could rear her from my memory Nay â—ear the heart that ever did contain So base a Guest as her base Whorish Love Malig. Fye Sir 't is not so bad yet Beau. 'T is not the body but the mind Can ever make it bad I 'de rather have my wiâ—e ' twice ravish'd Then once dare think the means how she may act it But thou art honest Maligni And know'st not half the cunning of these Women Malig. Alas Sir I. You seâ— Sir in her Carriage I was Cozen'd Nay her Brothers eyes were seal'd too And yet that was not such a Monstrous Crime That she should take such care in the Concealment How close she 'd prove in matter of more moment Beau. And I good-Natur'd Fool Read it obedience to my strict Command Malig. Nay may 〈◊〉 't was so But she 's good Natur'd too And I would have you still avoy'd all scandal Beau. Good natur'd ha Come lead me to this sight I 'm â—ick till I be there And sicker shall be far when I have seen it Malig. I will not be your guide If you 〈…〉 ought when you have seen it Beaup. Not be my Guide Thou shalt Or I will cut your throat Officious Sir Draws Do you pretend to tell me this Out of meer friendship thinking to sooth me up To low dishonour You should have held your tongue If you did mean it knowing me But now conduct me where I may see them both As thou didst tell me too Or I will cut thy throat because thou knewst not me And yet dost know her weakness Malig. Come put up your Sword Or keep it drawn still against your Friend 'T will be no argument of courage Sir Nor of much honesty I will discover all I can unto you And if you rashly deal then blame not me For I grow mad to see your excellent Nature Thus Fever-shook by a fond Womans fault But let me stilâ— perswade your wiser thoughts To fly all choler in your undertakings Beaup. I 'le do no rash unseasonable act Without a full examination That I 'le promise thee Malig. Nay if you come once to examining You put them to â— guard and they 'l defend All questions you can then but offer to them Beaup. How then Malig. Why as you please But Boutefeu is very cholerick He 'l scarce endure examination Without the measuring of this Beaup. Would there were all my mischief Prethee le ts go I stand on thornâ— Exeunt Malig. Come if I can I will prevent your horns Enter Bouteseu like a Frier in the Garden Bout She is not here yet Methinks I look like Frier Bacon But I had better been studying what to say Hang Speeches I came to do For she likes me already then what need I talk O my sweet Maligni I'â—e sue for thee to my Sister An t' wilt for this kindness Walks up and down No Soul in Love fond Boy the Worlds great Soul Enter Bellmont Bell. Most Reverend Sir you see I have not fail'd In my obedience to your Message sent Bout Nor will I ever fail whilst I do breath To be the humblest of your Servants Lady Bell. Father I cry you mercy you are not the man I took you for Bout Yes but I am Lady See my hair is only put back Enter Beaupres and Maligni Beaup. Hell and Furies Stay me not Bout Ha! her Husband with Maligni too O Villain I am betraid Have comfort Lady I can defend ye well Bell. Me I know ye not Beaup. But I do you Wounds Bellmont Bout 'T was base here was the nobler mark As I am man and therefore thou Beaup. Come come ye dog thus I can muzzle ye Bout No not yet Beaup. Yes now 't will do thus doubly thus Bout Had I but done the deed It would not trouble me half so much to dye thus Bell. As you did e're love Heav'n Hear me but speak Malig. Madam 't is now too late Beaup. But I will hear her speak And learn the truth from dying mouths Malig. Then keep them company Runs at Beaupres Bell. Heav'ns guard my dear Beaupres Beaup. Base treacherous Villain Beaup. disarms him What didst thou mean in this Hey Bask help me to ty this dog Enter Footman binds him Come lead them to my Closet There I will learn the truth This place is too much open to the eye Bout Pray Madam ere you go Tell me one thing and then I dye in quietâ— Did you e're send for me Bell. Not as I hope for mercy Nor did I till now know you Beaup. Who did perswade you hither Bout A base malicious Villain and a Knave I find I was betray'd by my own folly Beaupres give me thy hand As e're I hope to come at Heaven 'T is Maligni has wrong'd both thee and me And this fair virtuous Lady This as
Indeed I never mean it What shall we talk of for I do believe That all the world to us is so indifferent We shall like no discourse but of our selves Bell. I fear so too But I have a Brother that I must love 〈◊〉 he deserves it from me Char. Heigh I have a Father too but these are Kindred Bellm. 'T is true but come I 'l trust ye with a story Charl. You will oblige me Besides I 'l promise secreâ—ie And if in ought I ever can but serve you I shall esteem my self most happy Bell. That you shall judge when you have heard me out There is a man that 's near related to me That loves the fairest Virgin in the world His love began with the first sight of her But has been seldom blest with that fair sight And knowing too that he can ne'r deserve her Loves much hopes little and dare never own't Char. Alas I pitty him Bell. I wish you dâ—d Char. Why can you think that any thing near you Shall ever want my wishes for his good But pray ye on Why can he ne'r deserve her Bell. Not but their Qualities are very equal But she is fair and good above the common Char. Is he not virtuous too Bell. He is believ'd of all to be so Nor would I pitty him if I did doubt it But there be great opposers to his good Char. A brave good man needs never fear a Rival Bell. His modesty a sign where virtue dwells Perswades him still he is not good enough To be belov'd by the fair Charlotte Char. How prethee dear Sister leave me How seriously she kept her countenance None to abuse but your poor Servant thus Bell. Trust me I do not jest Charlotte And did you know but half so much as I You would afford much pitty if not Love Char. Who e'r it be h 'as found a cunning Orator And one 'bove all the world that has most power with me But give me leave to speak as freely to you And censure not my freedom as a guilt For I have such a great opinion of ye That I durst tell you all my Souls affections I do love nay love extremely And one that is nearly related to you One too that never yet did speak of Love Nor do I think he can mean any to me If it prove he I shall most gladly hear you If not then dear Bellmont I 'l beg You ne'r will speak to move my just refusal For I can never love another man Bell. 'T is poor Brisac may he e'r hope for mercy Char. Pray hear me for I do resolve To be most free and open with ye You are o'th'Sex and equally concern'd To keep all things within the sacred Rule Of Friendship and of Maiden-modesty You know it were unfit that men should know When we are easily conquer'd Bell. Leave that to my discretion But tell me first is it Brisac Char. It is O ' t is But may I take your word that he loves me Bell. You may nay do not hide your face D' ye think I 'l vent the freeness of your talk You shall see how discreetly I 'l manage him For though he be my Brother Yet you 're a Woman and my dearest friend Char. Use me with care as e'r you hope for good And construe not too hard my confess'd weakness Remember 't was your Brother conquer'd me Bell. Your freeness speaks how innocent you are Far more than all tricks of a forc'd dissembling Char. I hope you will believe so pray Sister do Bell. Come come indeed I will Char. Lord how shall I look would I had not told you Bell. Nay why so you are unkind in this He shall not know how much you have confess'd And yet I 'l give him hopes enough to court yee Exeunt Enter Malignii Luyson Mal. That 's my good Wench Thou know'st I ever lov'd thee Lu. What would you have me tell you 〈◊〉 I cannot nor I will not feign a Lie Mal. But 't is impossible thou should'st see nothing How wert thou wont to find them Lu. What ends have you in this I thought when you came so pâ—ivately It was to use some of your former sleights For the undoing of a harmless Maid O you 're a fine Gentleman and kept your word well with 〈◊〉 Mal. Trust me I love thee dearly Wench And that e'r long thou 'lt find too But things are not yet as they should be Lu. What things what should be O the disâ—embling of you men When yee have once had your ends Ye care not a pin for us VVomen Mal. Fie Luyson do not think so But prethee tell me VVench Did they never send thee away on sleevless errands Lu. Nor that I remember but I have often left them Alone together Mal. That 's my good Girl And did'st thou never find Letters Lu. Noâ— I indeed Sir why d' ye ask Mal. I have a reason for it VVhich much concerns thy good If thou canst possibly prethee geâ— thy Lady To walk here when 't is late to night When that the Bâ—ll is done for coolness Lu. I 'l do any thing you 'l have me But pray be not you the cause that 〈…〉 And remember what you so long have promis'd Mal. I will indeed Luyson this kiss and farewell Exeunt Luyson Malignii Enter Brisac Malignii Bris. I am glad I have met with you for I was alone have you seen Beaupres lately Malig. No Sir but I was seeking you Bris. Me Major VVhat 's thy business honest Malignii Malig. My duty first of wayting on you then a minde I had To talk in privat wi' yee bout a bus'ness Bris. Though I am much unfit for bus'ness now Yet thee I 'l hear â—t any time Malig. Pray Sir d' ye think I love you Bris. VVhy dost thou question it Indeed I do Malig. And do'nt you know 't hath been my chiefest care To mind what does concern you and your good Bris. I ever had but just opinion of you Malig. Certainly then a Looker on may see More at all games than those that are in play Bris. When they do understand the game they may Malig. Right Then freely let me tell you Sir you 'r wrong'd Bris. Wrong'd by whom T is base to do it so that I should miss the knowledge Malig. Those that daâ—e do injuries to friends Dare nere suspect that they should understand it Beaupres 's your friend he might have told you on 't Bris. By Heav'n I know he would assoon as you Did he but once suspect it Malig. Why Sir this heat to me I have never deserv'd it from you Bris. Pardon me Malignii But whâ—m you name my Friend And tax him with a want of care to me Iâ— troubles me Pray to the business for I know he know's it not Malig. Bâ—tter than any man Bris. Come you are mistaken I know him better If you once suspect his friendship to me I justly may suspect all what you say Malig. I ha' done Sir
I 'm dying I am bound to tell Dies Beau. What canst thou say to this Malig. I will say nothing but thou art an Ass Though I have mist my aim Beau. Convey him Sirrah to my Closet And kill him rather then permit escape Ex. Malig. Serv. But O what torments of Eternal Hell Afflict my murther'd Soul Bellmont my fair my dear Bellmont Could all the malice of a bloody Rogue Tempt me to wound this brest The Fountain of my Pleasures all my Joys O my curst Stars No bolt in Heaven to strike so foul a Murtherer Bell. The Heavens shall sure forgive thee my Beaupres If ever I get thither For I will be thâ— Intercessour still And knowing it was Love too much betray'd I will not grieve to dye thy Martyr But when I am gone Believe my Honour still as fair And that I still did love my dear Beaupres Farewel one kiss so dies Beau. Ye Angels take her to your Guardianship Whilst I must howl my fault so loud That Beasts that hear the dismal sound Shall frighted stand and men with horrour sweat Enter Bask. Whilst they imagine but my Agony O Bask is he safe here set these bodies up Now call the Governour And all thou seest of my acquaintance Hark thee one word Thus like a Pilgrim fore his honour'd Saint Kneels to Bell. body I offer up oblations of my Vows But like a sinner steel'd in vice I must despair the mercy I do call for For thou art cold my Girle my poor Bellmont And though thy charity to 'th last did blaze It was a fire will consume my soul My easie couzen'd soul which ought to lose Its immortality since it did reason lack Come all ye Furies lash me from this sight But now I think on 't this is a Sanctuary No I will first perform one act of justice That I should talk of justice now And then I will deliver to your rage All that I can of me Yet let thy mercy heaven Allow me but her sight for my relief Her pleasing sight For she did speak forgiveness at her death And wilt thou use so prodigal a mercy No my Bellmont I need no weapon for my death Grief for my fault will stop my breath Enter Maligni gag'd and blinded with a Handkerchief twixt two servants So set him there And when I give the word hark ye Whispers He not deserves a worthier hand What made thee Hell-hound thus abuse my soul Had'st thou no pity left thee in thy brest Yet this same sight would make Alecto weep Thou Cruel Dog And I more Cruel Fool Malig. I will not answer thee do what thou wilt Noise here Beau. Away with him to Execution I hear em ' coming Exeunt with Maligni Enter Dorville D'elpech La ' March La Barr Attendants Most worthy Sir why I have call'd you here That sight will best inform you Dorv. Ha! dead Boutefeu too in a Fryars weed Beau. You 'l wonder more when I dare boldly tell you 'T was I that kill'd them both Dorv. Disarm him some of you Malig. within O O! ye Cruel Dogs Beaup. The first that does attempt it straight shall find The folly's great when I m' resolv'd to die But hear me quietly some few moments I promise to resign it then Dorv. Will you therewith not do some harm first Not on your self I mean Beau. I shall not need That have such killing objects 'fore my eyes Malig. O O O! Dorv. What voyce is that Beaup. Say Sir I best can tell you The voice it is of one That wrought me to a mischief none but he So wicked Villain as he was Could ever give a birth to Enter Luyson Luys O! my Lady my dear Lady Dorv. Peace thou foolish woman But who is 't pray Sir He seem's to be wounded Beau. That horrid Monster Maligni Poor Bellmont could he behold thy Face And plo such Ruine to thy Loveliness Luys Did he do this H' would have ravish'd her once before in the garden Malig. Peace Devil peace Luys Nay it shall all out Ha's tempted me several times to leave some Letters In her Chamber Beau. I find my soul 's a sleeting after her's And you 'l have time enough t' examine this See Sir the Sacrifice of Innocence Malig. discover'd peirc't with a stake Now take my sword 't is not in Surgeons Art To cure the fractures of a Broken heart Besides that Villain ha's been busie here Forgive me Dear Bellmont forgive a Crime Caus'd by my too much Love Dies D'elp. I ever did suspect that Maligni La. Mar. H'was a subtle and a Cruel Villain Luys But Sir your daughter Dorv. Ha! what of her Lays Is dead poor Lady dy'd distracted with her grief Dorv. I wish that mine Could do that favourable office Heaven's how have I deserv'd These sad afflictions D'elpe. The best of cure and remedy is patience Then take it to you Sir Remember Vertue call's upon you sort D'orv. But Sir of late Vertues rewards are slow And I am too much opprest with cruel grief To stir my passions by her Moral rules O my poor Girl How cruel was thy fate D'elpe. Be not so much dejected Sir We must submit to him that makes all even And never Spurn against the will of Heaven Exeunt Omnes FINIS They play an Ayr or two La'mar. sings the Tune to the Musique The window opens quick Shut to the window Bout and Lama goe out with musique playing them to their Lodging Lama is kissing her hand Bout kisses th' other Kisses her hand Again Pulls Bout by the belt as he leads in Francibel The Fidlers strike up Beats the Fidlers Ex. Clair Draws â—â—lignii falls he rises â—â—â—nk â—â—'mar sings â—hiâ—pers TOWN The new Scene of the HALL Begin the â—lows a little â—outefeu takes â—ellm out of â—eaup hand â—â—rikes him and â—â—ps to his word and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Hearse 〈◊〉 out on a â—able
He bad us have a care of him dead Sir remember pray to do it as you love Your dying friend O my soul That 〈◊〉 live to speak him She falls Malig. Alas my Colonel took care you see at last For me unworthy me I shall grow blind with grief Beau. Come Major help to lead these Ladies forth And call me now your friend Since he commanded hath this friendly tie Exeunt Enter D'elpech La'march Boutefeu D'elp. 'T is strange we should not learn A perfecter accompt of all this business Bout Cannot Beaupres inform you D'elp. He seems as ignorant as we La ' Mar. And I dare swear he is so You two I hope are reconciâ—'d Bout O yes the General did it this morning D'elph How this morning why were you with him this morning Bout No not I who says I was D'elp. I did understand you so Bout I was mistaken so were you too God buy Exit La ' Mar. What the Devil 's this Hey pass and repass this Fellow grows so â—urly He 'll have his brains beaten out ere long He 's like a mad dog snarls and bites at every body D'elp. I and no body knows wherefore Sure his brain 's adâ—le La ' Mar. Nay that it ever was since I knew him But he 's much alter'd h' us'd to be An honest plain blunt Fellow Now so capâ—icious out on'â— D'elp. Who cares but to our business Who dost thou think will carry now the Regiment La ' Mar. There is much talk of young Beaupres Though it of right belongs to Maligni D'elp. He 's a man that has no friend And I 'm afraid deserves none Yet he will buffle hard before he lose his Right The other 's a worthy youth Though I dare swear he will not much seek for it La ' Ma. I love him for my Colonels sake H' was his faithful friend D'elp. It shall be still my study how to serve him O Major owâ—'st man Enter Maligni Ha weeping why I thought thy breeding in the Wars Had dry'd that fountain up Yet trust me it does become thee I shall e'en bear thee company La ' Mar. We have all lost a worthy man But Faâ—e has call'd him to a better place Malig. I hope so La ' Mar. This may prove well for you You are the next in place for to succeed him Malig. It never can prove well I having lost so brave a Colonel But Gentlemen let me entreat You will to morrow morning order give That all your men draw up together Without Saint Denis Gate and there receive Some further orders D'elp. We will not fail Malig. O! I had forgot to tell you My grief doth overwhelm my memory Young Beaupress is married to Bellmont The sister of our late Colonel Here privately since that they came to Town D'elp. Did Brisac know so much before be dy'd Malig. Yes yes but not when they were marry'd He had bequeath'd her in his will to him And with her all his fortune D'elp. 'T was noble Friendship in him I wish them joy and happiness La ' Mar. What Rumors that about Beaupres successâ—â—n Malig. I know not I nor care not D'elp. If there be any such report It springs from this occasion Beaupres did when his Uncle lost his life Pretend unto this Regiment But young Brisac Had then the promise of the first that fell For some brave Action he had done When Beaupres with him joyn'd in all As being long Comrades forc'd it upon him And would not once dispute it You since have seen he serv'd a Volunteer And would have no Command amongst us La ' Mar. Something I knew before But was not quite so perfect in the story We shall obey your last Commands Adieu Major Exit D'elp. La ' Mar. Malig. He ha' th' Regiment ha ha ha I so he shall that 's my good Boy make much on 't Soft soft ye fools I have rods in piss For him and for his curious Minx She us'd me sweetly well I must not trust her She know's I am a Rogue And seeing me grow great with him She may discover our last evenings walk How am I now beset with my own plots That fool Boutefeu and he for ought I know May grow to a right Understanding Ha! what becomes of me then I have iâ— And each on th' other shall secure my fate Exit Charlotte held on a bed by Mariane Francibel Dorville Charl. Pray Sirs let me go you use me too unkindly I never did any of you such wrong Dorv. Take comfort my dear Girl Thy father begs it of thee Charl. Why I did beg of Heaven and that was deaf Deaf to my Zealous prayers I le never pray agen but I will sing My self into his blest Society SONG The Bells were rung and the Mass was sung And all was for my Billy And all my friends my death had sworn I would have none but Willy Hey ho break thou foolish heart Why dost thou throb and snub Like Girls that are whipt Indeed I could be angry thou art so long a breaking Franc. She 's much distemper'd Sir Madam for Heaven's sake take patience to you Charl. What man is that Fran. It is your Father Madam Char. O pray Sir be gone alas poor man he weeps too Is it for Brisac you weep nay then pray stay We will all weep shall we not he would have wept For me most bitterly do not you think he would Fran. Yes surely Madam Char. Alas poor man come let me dry your cheeks Truly I take it very kindly of you that you will weep For my Brisac did you lament my Mother so Would she were with you now to comfort you and I Were in her place D'orv. Peace my dear Child Thou like a tangled bird dost beat And fret thy self to death Char. sings Willy was â—air Willy was stouâ— Willy was like the Lilly And Willy promis'd to marry me O! but he could not for he dy'd or else he would Have kept his promise was ever poor maid So couzen'd speak were you ever couâ—en'd Maria. No truly Madaâ— Franc. May be some Musick may still her spirits Sir Shall my Sister sing D'orv. I Pray let her Fran. Sing Sister prethee sing Mariana sings Lady preserve the Title of your heart And ne're commit so rash a deed As when your Lover doth depart You may not leave off sorrow with your weed Spoil not what once was thought so fair But quench remaining â—iâ—e with a â—ear And bury when the next does come All sad remembrance in this Tomb. Char. Away thou art out of tune and sence If I needs must hear Musick Let it be my poor Boy 's Voice He once could please me with his melancholly Songs Pray let him sing D'or Any thing to please thee poor Charlotte Song within by the Boy Beyond the malice of abusive fate I now am grown and in that state My heart shall mourn the loss it has receiv'd When of its only joy it was bereav'd The Woods with